This world is but a trial, a fleeting stage to cross,
Not a home to cling to, not a gain nor loss.
How blind are the hearts that claim it as their stay,
When all it offers passes, soon to fade away.
What you are given, repay, then let it go,
For nothing here is yours, as all the wise men know.
The earth is faithless, no soul can it own,
Never was it anyone’s, nor will it be your home.
